


From the Backseat: A Time of Dying

by Rei_Howaitorozu



Series: From the Backseat [1]
Category: Supernatural
Genre: Death, Eventual Romance, F/M, Gore, Romance, Supernatural - Freeform, Violence, lots of music and pop-culture refrences, obscure literature references, outright geekiness
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2017-09-05
Updated: 2018-05-14
Packaged: 2018-12-24 10:13:25
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 3
Words: 5,058
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12010587
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Rei_Howaitorozu/pseuds/Rei_Howaitorozu
Summary: Kadence Lockwood and her two sisters, Nicole and Kristen, are thrust abruptly into Sam and Dean Winchester's lives when their hunter parents are murdered by Azazel. When Kadence learns that her Godfather, John Winchester, is hunting the demon the killed her parents she wants in, and she and her sisters will use any means for their revenge.





	1. The Divine Comedy?

**Author's Note:**

> Hello, thank you for taking the time to read this! It is my first publication and I hope you will like it! From the Backseat is from the perspective of an original character who hunts with the Winchester brothers. This will be a long story, since it follows the main story line, so buckle up with me and enjoy the hunts!

 

Most people would say that hearing voices and having visions are the symptoms of some mental disease. I say they are a curse. A plague. A punishment for being born the way I am. It is no secret in my family. I am a monster.

 

* * *

 

The world is an empty place for people like my family and me. Our occupation was not an easy one. It was filled with darkness, fear, and death. Though, my parents refused to let us become depressed. That is why I was at a stupid college party with my sisters, so I could “loosen up and get laid” in the words of my loving father. I scoffed. Like I was going to fuck one of these dude-bros. They couldn’t even hold their liquor. The University of Kansas really could pick ‘em.

“Kadence, let’s get out of here.” My younger sister, Kristen, begged.

I would have consented; however, our parents had given us an assignment, under the guise of attending the party, and we could not leave until it was completed. I grabbed Kristen’s hand and gave it a comforting squeeze as I took a swig of the cheap vodka I had in my plastic cup. A shudder ran up my spine as I forced the liquid down. I had much finer tastes than this pisswater, but I had to look the part. I was a student at UK, but I was not a party-goer so I at least needed to fool our target. At least Nicole, my youngest sister, could play the role well. She already had most of the young men in the room hanging on her every word, and was sitting on another man’s lap. Nicole was also superb at pretending to be drunk, which is exactly what we needed for our plan.

I gave Kristen’s hand one last squeeze and headed toward the exit, swaying my hips as I walked. We needed to catch this thing’s attention and it had to be tonight. Kristen, with her blue pixie-cut and big, brown doe eyes could snag seize anyone’s attention. Nicole, who’s warm brown skin glowed under the dim lights of the party, could lure many a man to their demise. And I planned to use my curves and words. The creature we were hunting was a vampire. One that really liked to prey upon pretty, young girls for sex and blood. The college drinking scenes were its hunting grounds; but now, they were ours.

The plan was, Nicole would become the “it” girl at the party and grab all the male attention. She would try to create diversion by flirting and dancing “drunkenly” with the men, while Kirsten observed the scene and drank at the makeshift bar. She kept other attention to her with witty jokes and sweet smiles. My job was to divert the vampire’s interest to me. I was to use my eyes and body language to lure him from the room, pretend to be seduced by him, then decapitate him with the machete I had hidden inside of my leather bomber.

“ _Easy enough,_ ” I thought as I entered the mouth of the alleyway, smirking all the while.

I knew he followed me. I could smell him. The scent of blood, alcohol, and death. It was a subtle smell, something that would have been alluring to a normal person, but to me it was revolting. I almost wished one of my sisters had taken this job. Nevertheless, I was the one that volunteered, and I had to carry out the plan or the monster would slip away and kill again. I leaned against the wall of the alley and grinned alluringly, pulling a pack of cigarettes from inside my coat.

“Got a light?” I asked, keeping the smile in place.

He nodded, returning my smile, and held out a lighter. His hair was black, falling past his ears, and disheveled. His eyes were a dark color that was undistinguishable in the darkness of the alley. His features were aristocratic and seemed almost sculpted, and his build was lean and strong. I may have gone for him, if he weren’t a bloodsucker. He noticed my gaze as I lit my cigarette and grinned seductively. I smiled back and blew smoke in his direction, trying not to cough. I wasn’t a big fan of smoking, it tasted bad and smelled worse. Instead of reflecting on how much I disliked my acting prop, I decided to move forward with the plan.

“So, you got a name?” I inquired, smirking again.

The bloodthirsty creature nodded and held out his hand for a cigarette. I handed him one and lit it for him with his lighter. After a few puffs of the cancer stick, he answered.

“Dante, and you?”

“Kadence,” I took another long drag. “What’s your major?”

Dante scoffed, “You’re really taking a ‘smoke break’ with me to learn my major?”

Instantly I began to panic; however, I kept my composure and flicked my cigarette to the ground, stamping it out.

“Nah, but I wanna get to know you.” I simpered, blinking sweetly.

“I’m not the ‘get to know you’ type.” He grunted as he finished his cigarette.

I hummed in response and nodded. I was not going about this well, but I didn’t want to resort to my ‘feminine wiles’ this soon. I didn’t have to worry for long because once he stamped out the remains of the cigarette he grabbed me and crashed his lips to mine. I froze in shock for a few seconds, almost pushing him away, before I came back to my senses and slid my hands into his hair, pulling him to me. I was repulsed by the smell that assailed me. I was more sensitive to impurities than regular people, and the scent of this vampire was nauseating. What was even more sickening was the bloodsucker letting his hands roam my body. It took everything in me not to retch then and there.

If I wanted to kill him, I would have to take things a little further. So, I slid my hands under his shirt, which only made him kiss me more viciously. His sharp teeth nipped at my lips, causing them to swell and small droplets of blood to well up. This sent him into a fit of ecstasy and he grabbed my hands, dragging them down to the button of his jeans and forcing me to undo them. He trailed his disgusting, murdering hands up my arms, tearing my jacket off me and undoing my pants. Then he grabbed the back of my head, tangling his hands into my hair, and slid his free hand up my shirt to grope my breast.

I gasped in revulsion, which he took for pleasure and began to kiss my neck. I could feel him growing hard against my hip, which made me shudder in disgust. Thankfully, he was taking my gasps and convulsions as signs of enjoyment rather than disgust. I forced my hands to move around his frame and my tongue to lick his lips as I let my body meld to his. The sordid hand groping my breast slipped under my bra to pinch me. I squealed and blushed, causing him to growl and run his teeth along my neck at the sudden rush of blood. To distract him from feeding on me, I reached around to my back and pretended to undo my bra; however, at the same moment he undid his hand from my hair and slid his hand down my back, stopping where I had my machete strapped. The vampire jerked back with a snarl, his eyes flashing with recognition.

“You aren’t some tipsy party girl looking for a fuck, are you?” He hissed, digging his fingers into my skin.

I cried out in pain and grabbed for the weapon, but he was to quick. The bloodsucker ripped the machete from my back, ripping the straps, which cut into my skin, causing me to bleed.

“You’re a fucking hunter!” He growled and violently shoved me to the wall of the alley.

I cried out in pain, knowing that this much of my blood would drive him over the edge. There was no way I could match his strength, which was why I had resorted to trickery in the first place. I was dead. My sisters would not know I needed help. I was going to die alone in this alley, and this monster would get away. No matter the abnormalities I had, nothing could save me now, except a miracle. I closed my eyes against the vampire’s hate filled glare and steeled myself for the pain of his fangs. Then I felt the splatter of blood across my face and chest. My eyes flashed open to see the Dante had been decapitated. I watched in shock as his headless body fell to the ground.

 “Heya Kadence,” said a familiar voice.

I inhaled sharply and looked up into the bright green eyes of Dean Winchester.


	2. The Harbinger of Destruction

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Kadence throws a tantrum about her parent's involvement with John Winchester.

Riding home from a failed hunt was embarrassing. But what was even more embarrassing was riding home from a failed hunt with the person who killed the monster you were hunting. Nicole and Kristen were ecstatic to see Dean again, of course. I would be too, under different circumstances; however, I was in such a disheveled state and the fact that he had to save me did not make me very happy to see him. Dean was only four years older than me, but he always tried to show me up when we were hunting. He had done so since we were children and it frustrated me to no end. Sam was the kinder of the two. At least in my opinion. Dean teased me far too much.

“ _Dean will never let me live this one down._ ” I thought in despair, crinkling my nose as I huddled in the front seat of the Impala.

I wondered when John had let him have it. The old man treasured the car almost more than he did the boys, which was pretty awful all things considered. Something was off though; John Winchester never came to visit, not unless he needed something. Even though my parents were his oldest hunting friends, and he was our godfather. My perception of him was rather biased, though, because he was vehemently against my parents adopting me and my sisters. John said I wasn’t normal, and that I probably could have some susceptibility to the supernatural; also, he seemed to despise children. I do think that he was correct about me, however. My sensitivity to the paranormal and impurities was even more heightened than that of a regular hunter, even as a child, not to mention the voices or the seizure inducing visions.

I remember the first time I had one in front of John. I was seven and he and my parents had been on a hunt. They returned talking about the exorcism they had performed. My father happened to mention the word “Christo” and my head swiveled toward them hard enough to pop my neck. I immediately began to convulse and scream in a mix of Latin I had learned during mass and another, indistinguishable language. All the while I was seeing images of what I assumed to be Heaven and the fall of what I assumed to be Lucifer as well as other angels that followed him or remained neutral. My parents had usually just held me down with a belt in my mouth until the spasms subsided, then asked me what I saw. But John, he flipped his shit. He refused to let Sam or Dean come near me and tried to perform an exorcism, which didn’t work.

Many priests had tried to exorcise me, to no avail. I wasn’t allowed to attend my parents Catholic church because every time I even entered the building, something would trigger a vision. The priests and leaders even tried to talk with me to figure out what may be wrong, suggested psychiatric help, as well as medications. Eventually they told my parents to just leave me with a neighbor if my ‘fits’ could not be controlled during mass. Kristen told me after the ordeal that our father had physically restrain John from harming me. He forbade Sam and Dean from even being in the same room as me after that, and even stopped talking to my parents for a few years. After a while John forgave us and ‘was honored’ to be me and my sister’s godfather. My relationship with the boys picked up right where it had left off; however, John regarded me warily and seemed to study me.

The sound of a car door slamming brought me out of my reverie. We had returned to my parent’s home and the girls were helping Dean unload the vampire’s body and bagged head from the Impala’s trunk. I opened the car door, wincing as I did so, and stepped out. I watched them begin the bonfire that would end the vampire, Dante, once and for all before setting off inside. My mom was going to give me hell. As soon as I closed the front door, I tried to sneak upstairs towards the bathroom to self-medicate before she caught me. Nevertheless, my mother was at least two steps ahead of me. She flicked on the hall light right as I stepped onto the first stair.

“How did the hunt go-” She began, then gasped, “Oh honey, what happened!?”

Dakota Lockwood rushed for me and hastily began inspecting my wounds. She dragged me into the kitchen and stripped off my shirt. Thankfully no one was present.

“Kadence, I told you to be careful!” My mother admonished while she dabbed at my wounds with cotton ball soaked in antiseptic.

“Mom, I was, he was just faster and stronger than me,” I huffed, flinching when the disinfectant started to burn.

“Then you must be faster and stronger next time.” She retorted.

I growled under my breath at her as she began to bandage my cuts. My embarrassment from earlier had started to subside and my mother stopped chiding me. She was right of course, I needed to be faster and stronger or there wouldn’t be a next time. Of course, I needed to heal a bit first before training my body. Once she secured my bandages, my mother slipped off her over shirt, which was plaid, and helped me put it on. I examined her body, or at least what her camisole revealed. My mother was a strong woman, and it was obviously not only inner strength. Her shoulders and arms were toned and marked with scars of differing sizes. I wondered how many times she and my father had patched each other up this way. The thought made me smile.

Mom had just finished helping me button the shirt and clean up the first aid supplies when Dean walked into the kitchen, his eyes scanning me. I sighed quietly and braced myself for his ridicule. I knew him too well for him to do anything but.

“How’re you holding up Kate?” he asked, using the nickname only he and Sam called me.

“Well, I’m not dead.” I huffed in reply.

Dean laughed, a sound that was deep and started in his stomach.

“Yeah, you aren’t,” he snickered, “you’re welcome.”

I rolled my eyes and grabbed a glass from the cupboard, then filled it with ice and water. Here came the teasing.

“Yes, thank you Dean. I really appreciate not being dead.”

He laughed again, longer this time, and took a glass as well. I averted my gaze from him as he filled it up from the tap, silently fuming in preparation.

“If you’re waiting for me to goad you, it’s not gonna happen.” Dean said and took a sip of water.

I was surprised by his statement; Dean never let a chance for mockery slip by.

“Why not?” I sputtered in confusion.

Dean shrugged, gulping down more of his drink.

“I’m not going to tease you because you were trying to take down a monster and were almost killed,” he replied, “That isn’t funny to me, no matter the circumstances.”

I looked away from him in embarrassment, unable to reply. I was embarrassed by his kindness. I was embarrassed by my failure and the compromising situation I was found in. Of course, hunters didn’t have a choice in some matters. You either do what needs to be done, by any means necessary, or you fail. And failing either ends up in your own death, or the deaths of countless others. Neither of those options are pleasant and are to be avoided at all costs.

Dean finished his water and set the glass in the sink then patted me gently on the shoulder, taking care not to touch my wounds, and sauntered off as I smiled into my glass.

“Thanks Dean…”

 

* * *

 

John wasn’t happy to see me. I could tell as soon as I walked into the living room. My lips pressed into a thin line involuntarily as I passed him to sit next to Kristen on the sofa. Dean was next to her and Nicole on the arm. My father and mother were on the loveseat across from us and John in the armchair. From the outside it would have looked like a regular friendly gathering, but it wasn’t. When hunters get together it is far from normal, and hardly lighthearted. Especially when John Winchester was around.

My parent’s faces were grim, as was Dean’s. Kristen looked perplexed and Nicole, being an empath, seemed like she was about to cry. Obviously, something was wrong, something I hadn’t sensed. My mother spoke first.

“Kadence, John has a lead on the thing that killed Mary.” She explained.

I nodded, still not understanding what that information had to do with the solemn aura in the room.

“He needs our help.” My dad said.

I stiffened, and my fingernails dug into my palms.

“What,” I gasped, “No! You can’t!”

Dean reached over Kristen and patted my knee reassuringly.

“Nobody’s going hunting Kate, we’re just going over some stuff.” He smiled at me.

I was not comforted. I had previously had visions of whatever killed Mary and it was evil, powerful and evil. If we went after it now, or even tried to figure out its origins, someone was going to get hurt. I began to curse John Winchester’s birth, his entire existence. I was filled with a rage whose origins I could not even begin to describe.

“No,” I repeated in a low voice, turning to glare at him.

John’s gaze snapped to me, glaring just as forcefully.

“What say do you have in the matter?” He sneered, “Are you having another fit?”

My lip curled back, and I stood to my feet, my fists clenching tightly.

“Fuck you.” I snarled and ignored the admonishing gasps from my parents.

John jumped from his seat and moved towards me. Dean grabbed my wrist, trying to pull me back down, but I refused to budge.

“Watch your mouth,” He growled.

I ignored him.

“Every time you get a lead on this thing, whoever you enlist ends up hurt or dead. My family will not be part of it.”

I jerked my wrist free from Dean’s grasp, wincing, and crossed my arms over my chest. John glowered at me, then looked toward my parents.

“Dakota, Gideon, what do you say? Will you help me?” He asked.

My parents sighed and refused to meet my eyes when I turned to them.

“Yes John, we’ll help you,” My father said. “But leave the kids out of it.”

“Of course,” John smiled, turning to look at me.

Growling, I shoved my way past John – against my mother’s protests – and up the stairs, into my room, slamming the door behind me. I could hear the protests of Dean and my sisters from the floor below.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy it. I am sorry for not updating in so long!


	3. Beating Heart

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Dean and Kadence reconnect in the middle of the night.

My room was filled with smoke again. I could hardly breathe. Again, my body moved on its own, ripping back the covers and launching itself through the smoke-filled house. My sisters were nowhere to be seen. It was just me again. Alone in the burning house. I coughed as I checked each room for my family. Now for John and Dean. They weren’t there. Where were they? I finally reached my parents room. I knew. I knew. I opened the door and yellow eyes met mine again. I screamed.

 

* * *

 

The impact of my body hitting the floor woke me up. I wrestled myself out of my blankets and adjusted my nightshirt, sighing. I needed water. Slipping on a robe, I left my room and headed down the stairs. A loud snore came from the couch as I passed on my way to the kitchen, and I jumped back, knocking into the wall. The person on the couch shot up from their slumber and looked around. Even in the dark I could tell it was Dean.

“Its just me, I need water,” I sighed and moved on to the kitchen.

I felt along the wall for the light switch and flicked it on, flinching at the light as my eyes adjusted. Shaking my head and yawning, I found a glass and filled it then gulped it down before filling it and taking another sip. Dean entered, pulling his shirt on over his head as I turned to go back to my room. He shuffled sleepily over to the cupboard and grabbed a glass then filled it. I pursed my lips and gave him a single wave, then began exiting the kitchen. Dean’s hand shot out and grabbed my wrist like he had earlier. I sighed and looked back at him.

“Yes Dean?” I asked.

He smiled and took as sip of his water, then released me.

“Can I come up?” He replied.

My eyes rolled involuntarily, “Sure.”

I motioned for him to follow me and made my way to the stairs, feeling in front of me when he turned the kitchen light off behind us. When we reached my room, I turned on my bedside lamp, set my cup down and began piling my blankets back onto my bed. Dean shut the door behind him, set his glass down next to mine, and started helping me. After we finished I removed my robe and sat in my bed, covering my bare legs with the blankets. Dean’s eyes watched me the whole time, making me slightly nervous and uncomfortable.

“What do you want, Dean?” I grimaced at him.

He laughed and moved to sit across from me on my bed, grabbing the end of a blanket and pulling it over his own jean-clad legs.

“You woke me up,” he smirked.

“Yes,” I said. “And?”

Dean laughed again, “You should compensate me for the sleep I’ve lost.”

I glared at him and crossed my arms.

“I’m not fucking you Dean.” I hissed.

He grinned wildly and leaned close to my face, leaving barely an inch between us.

“Oh, you’re not?” He asked, his eyes tracing my face and focusing on my mouth.

I blushed and recoiled slightly, unsure if he was teasing or not.

“N-no…” I stammered.

I pushed myself away and bumped against my headboard as Dean moved closer, leaving me no room to escape without injuring him, or myself. I was surprised at his sudden interest in me. It seemed odd, considering we knew each other differently than most people. Disgusting habits and all. However, it was not all that unappealing. Dean was pretty enough, with his bright green eyes and chiseled features. Although, I never figured that I would be his type. Not in a million years. I had never been very interested in sex, nor had I been interested in dating, as I had been busy learning how to decapitate vampires instead. He was also goofy and teased me about everything when we were kids.

Dean placed a hand next to my head on the headboard, and I looked apprehensively at his arm. It was toned from years of fighting with monsters and sparring with his father and brother. I swallowed uneasily and met his heated gaze. Before I had a chance to say anything his lips crashed to mine. His other hand carefully gripped my shoulder as he leaned over me, leaving me no room to escape. Frozen in shock, I studied his face. His eyes were closed and there was a faint flush across his cheeks, which embarrassed me even more.

While his kisses were not gentle, they were sweet, and enticing. My eyes fluttered closed of their own accord and my hands lifted to gently rest on his chest. A low, pleased rumble sounded in Dean’s throat and lowered his hands to pull the blankets from me. He grabbed me behind the knees and dragged me to him, then lifted me by my hips to sit astride his lap as he kissed me. His hands ran up and down my back, carefully, so as not to cause me pain, and I wondered why he was so intent on being with me. When I tried to ask, he shushed me with another kiss and brushed my hip with his thumb, eliciting an involuntary shudder which became too much for me.

I began to pull away, but the movement caused pain in my shoulder wound and I fell backwards onto my pillow, whining softly as the impact jarred the rest of my wounds. Dean took this as an invitation to kiss me again, and he did, running his hand down my side to grip my hip. My mind was hazy from the pain on my shoulder and back, and from Dean’s kiss. It was difficult to find my voice or raise protest, but when his hand slipped under my nightshirt and brushed over my bare skin I jumped and grabbed it, forcefully pulling away and pushing him back; although the pain was immense.

Tears welled in my eyes from the effort and I tried wiping them away. Dean had seen me in too many embarrassing situations in less than twenty-four hours; I was not going to let crying be one of them. However, I was failing miserably, and he noticed.

“Kate, I’m sorry… I got a little carried away.” He whispered as he leaned down to brush the tears away.

I let him wipe my face in shock. I couldn’t believe that Dean thought I was crying because of him. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment and I huffed.

“Dean, the cuts on my back hurt,” I said. “There is no way you’d make me cry. Not in a million years.”

I grimaced up at him as his goofy smile spread across his face.

“Oh, good. I thought I was just that bad at kissing.” He snickered.

I scowled, “You are.”

Dean feigned hurt, then grinned down at me again.

“Was it at least better than kissing that bloodsucker?” He inquired.

Again, I flushed in embarrassment and pushed at him gently, so as not to cause myself any more pain. Dean laughed quietly and pinched my cheek, then sobered.

“I am sorry though. I didn’t mean to go that far.” He said.

I realized then, that I didn’t mind that much. I wasn’t mad at all. In fact, I was slightly flattered. But, I wasn’t going to let him off the hook too easily.

“Its okay Dean,” I shrugged. “I’ll just tell my Mom that you’re a horny dog that should sleep outside.”

He caught the wicked gleam in my eye and laughed.

“I was just teasing.” Dean argued good-naturedly.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, carefully pulling myself up off my back. Dean leaned back to give me room to move, helping me situate the blankets again.

“It didn’t feel like you were teasing.” I said haughtily, crossing my arms and glaring.

It was Dean’s turn to shrug. He was the type that liked to sleep around, no strings attached, and he knew I knew that. However, I was not prepared for his answer.

“Listen Kadence, you’re one of the only people who knows who I really am. I don’t have to hide anything from you,” Dean’s bright green eyes pierced mine. “I was teasing about sleeping with you, but I’ve wanted to kiss you since I killed that vampire for you.”

“Are you serious?” I asked incredulously.

“Well yeah, you look fucking sexy covered in blood.” Dean snickered.

I reached out and slapped him lightly on the side of the head, unimpressed with his stupid retort.

“Okay! Okay!” He laughed, holding his hands up in front of him defensively. “I dunno, I like you I guess.”

“Okay, sure.” I replied in embarrassment.

Dean grinned. “So…?” He asked.

I blushed, and my gaze trained on my lap. Dean’s hand reached toward me but pulled back as if he were unsure of himself.

“I… um…” I stammered. “I don’t dislike you.”

Dean laughed loudly, and I covered his mouth with my hand before he could wake everyone up. He grabbed my hand and kissed it with mocking gallantry before releasing it and getting up from my bed.

“I’m gonna go back to the couch now I guess.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Suddenly, I remembered my nightmare and my hand shot out, grabbing Dean’s wrist. He looked at me in surprise but didn’t pull away. I knew I would be unable to go back to sleep for a while when it was on my mind. I hoped Dean would stay and not ask bothersome questions.

“Can you stay for a little longer?” I begged in embarrassment.

Dean nodded and allowed me to pull him back down onto my bed. I watched as he situated himself next to me and fiddle with the covers. Our interaction reminded me that even if Dean was an ass, he was always sweet and gentle with Sam, and that was how he was acting tonight. He asked what was wrong and I made a face, telling him I couldn’t sleep. The rest of the night consisted of both of us giggling too hard we had to muffle our laughter in my pillows and talking until the sunrise began to peak over the trees. By then we had begun to fall asleep.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Hey guys, I know I said that this chapter would be out last week, but some things came up and I wasn't able to write. I hope you like this chapter. It went in a different direction than I had planned and I had to rework my entire outline, but I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. I had originally planned to have Dean and Kadence kiss later, but it fit better with what is coming later on in the story. Thanks for reading! I love reading comments and interacting with my readers, so I appreciate them!
> 
> I have a playlist that I write most things to, but mainly for this fic. If you're interested, here it is: https://open.spotify.com/user/katiepotter394/playlist/0XYqVsVVbq1bsAakA0fJLN


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